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-done, give me a day- The next day, the hospital announced plans to build a new segment for trauma bays thanks to an anonymous donator, in exchange Emily be let go. |
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Emily got the news and grinned. -Address and I'll be there asap- |
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-827 Lane Avenue- He texted, having decided she was decently attractive and that he'd go and at least show her around. |
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She arrived 10 minutes later, parking her car and gazing at the house in awe. She knocked on the door |
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A handmaiden came and got it, inviting her into the house as she informed Emily that Caden would be back shortly. Caden came through a pair of double doors, chatting with an older buisnessman. "Now see if you take this much and invest for those years, it'll help us more." He bargained, the man shaking his head as Caden persisted before blocking the door and forcing a signature on. He waved as the man walked out, grinning at the paper. "Idiot, absolute idiot. Signed over half his income without knowi---oh I forgot you were coming, you know how to fix a car if it doesn't run right?"
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"Good, come on then. I'll show you the garage and what you could start thinking about fixing first," He explained, leading her to a door which he unlocked with a key before flicking on the light. From McLarens to Lambourghinis, c8s to Rolls Royce'. (doesnt she start flirting with him for the money or am i tweaking about what we did with it in pm's?) |
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idk) She grinned, looking at the car lover's dream. She was wearing tighter jeans and a t shirt |
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Caden ran his eyes over her, grinning slightly as he stepped beside her. "One of my c8's sounds like a rooster getting its head ripped off, the black one. It'd be best you fix that along with the Tourbillon, breaks are bit weak." He explained, glancing over at her before gesturing at the station which held any piece of equipment an auto mechanic would need. "Work on your own time, you'll get payed every two weeks." He informed, turning and walking out. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
